Hell's Knights (19 page)

I smile. I can’t help it. He narrows his eyes, clearly confused.

“You will admit you like me one day.”

He grunts. “Not fuckin’ likely.”

I beam at him, because I can see the amusement behind his poor attempt at a glare. I spin around, pleased with myself. I begin walking back to the compound, but before I’m too far away, I call over my shoulder to him.

“See you around, buddy.”

I don’t see his expression, but I imagine it’s one filled with confusion. Spike just needs to let his demons go. I wonder if Ciara will be the girl to do that for him? I hope so. She seems right for him. She’s got a backbone hidden behind that sweet exterior, and one day, that backbone will cause her to snap at Spike. Maybe then, they’ll make some decent progress. He feels something for her too, it was written all over his face the day we stopped by his warehouse. He’s just not ready to admit it yet. It’s coming though, and boy, will it come with a boom.

“Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes at the sound of Britney’s voice. I turn and see her walking towards me, a snarky expression on her face.

“Do you ever give up?” I say, crossing my arms.

“You think you’ve got them all under your thumb. Little miss darkness comes in, making them all work for her affections. They’ll get bored of you eventually.”

I sigh. “Are we onto this again? Give up, you’re no more than a good time to these guys. They use you, feed you and get rid of you. They do that because you let them. You put yourself in the situation where you gain no respect, because you don’t keep your legs closed. Just face it, you’ll never be anyone’s Old Lady.”

She scowls and steps up closer, and I get a whiff of her overpowered perfume. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.”

I wave my hand and turn. “Heard it all before, move on.”

I walk off, leaving her alone. I’m tired of her shit; the girl seriously needs to move on. I step around the side of the house, and head down to Cade’s shed. I left my purse there earlier. When I get in, he’s on the phone, cursing at some poor person on the other end. He notices me standing at the door, and tones down his excessive cussing. I walk in and take a seat at his old desk. I pick up a few mags and begin flicking through. My cheeks flush when I come across some seriously raunchy articles. One of them is oral sex positions. I tilt my head to the side and feel my eyes widen at the position the couple is in.

“Yeah, call me back with details.”

Cade snaps his phone closed and walks over, stopping behind me. I hear his light chuckle when he realizes what it is I’m reading.

“Curious, baby?” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I suppose you could say that, yeah. How the hell do they do that?”

“Stand up,” he orders, removing his fingers from my locks.

I spin on the chair and stare at him. “What?”

“Stand up, I’ll show you.”

I grin at him. “No way.”

“Baby, get the fuck up, and get over here.”

“No way you’re doing that to me.”

“Gonna feel fuckin’ amazing. Now get up.”

“No.”

He smirks and walks over, gripping my shoulders and pulling me up. He leans down close, brushing his lips across mine.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to try this. Now, get your pants off.”

“Cade, you’ll never hold me!”

He gives me an arched brow, and then he leans down and grips my shorts. “Off, now.”

“Cade…”

“Sugar…”

“Yeah, I know,” I grumble, shifting out of my shorts. “Shut the fuck up.”

He laughs and turns, walking over to the shed door and locking it. Then he spins back towards me and grips his jeans, lowering them as he moves. God, why does he have to be so fucking yummy? When he reaches me, his jeans are lowered and his cock is out, hard and pulsing. My attempt at pretending this wasn’t a good thing, is now turning into complete, desperate want. I stare down at his erection, and my tongue slides out and across my bottom lip.

“Want that, sugar?”

“You know I do,” I purr.

“Then come here, get those panties off, and let’s play.”

I drop my panties without a second question. I stand before him, pussy exposed, ready for anything he’s got to give. He steps forward grinning, and huskily murmurs, “Handstand, sugar.”

I flush and bend down, putting my hands on the ground. Cade leans down, grips my ankles and lifts me, bringing my legs up. My belly is facing his belly, and my pussy is now right in front of his face. His cock stabs me a couple of times as he adjusts us, hooking my legs around the back of his neck until my ankles are locking. Then he wraps his arms around my midsection and brings me up higher until his mouth is hovering over my open, sensitive flesh. His cock is at my face now, throbbing, needy. I wrap my fingers around it, still feeling completely nervous that I’m upside down and wrapped around him, and we’re about to go for one hell of a 69 job.

“I can fuckin’ smell you. Fuck, you want me, sugar,” Cade growls and I can feel his breath against my pussy.

“Stop talking,” I mewl.

He chuckles, and leans his head down, grazing his tongue across my sensitive tissues. I groan and take his cock, feeding the head into my mouth. He grunts and the vibrations travel through my clit. I take him deeper, sliding him in and swirling my tongue around his head and over his piercings. At the same time, he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks the end with his tongue. I open my mouth and gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. He jerks his hips, bringing my attention back to his cock. I close my lips over him again, and suck with everything I have. He returns the favor until we’re a mass of moans and trembling legs.

“Fuck,” Cade snarls, wrenching his lips from my sex. “Need to be in you, deep.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes. Fuck me.”

He gently lowers me, and I reluctantly let go of his cock. I place my hands on the floor and when he lets my legs go, I lower them down. Panting, I get to my feet and turn to face him; we’re both holding the same lusty expression. Cade lets his gaze travel the room, until he stops at a set of chains hanging from the roof.

“Go hold those chains baby, now.”

I do as he asks, walking over and reaching up, wrapping my fingers around the chains. He comes up behind me, sliding my hair from my neck and leaning down to brush his lips across my skin, I shiver and tighten my hold around the chains. Using his feet, he kicks my legs apart. His hard body is pressing against my back, and fuck, it feels good. He runs a hand down one of my legs, sliding his lips down my back as he goes. He grips my ankle and lifts it, putting it on a nearby toolbox. Now that I’m open and exposed, he reaches around and swipes his finger through my arousal.

“So fuckin’ ready for me.”

“Fuck me naked,” I whimper. “I got tested.”

I didn’t tell Cade, but I got myself tested for diseases. I didn’t honestly know after Jasper, if I would have any or not. I want to feel Cade, all of him, so it was my only option. Luckily for me, I am clean. Jasper must have covered himself when he was with other girls; I can only thank God for that.

Cade stiffens behind me, and rasps, “The pill?”

“On it.”

“Fuck.”

He grips my hips, grinding his erection against my ass.

“Been fucked here, sugar?” he growls.

“No,” I whimper, letting my head fall back and my hair tumble down my back.

“Won’t fuck you in a shed if you haven’t had it, that takes time.”

He jerks his hips again, taking hold of his cock and sliding it up and down my slick heat.

“Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I cry out, desperately.

With a throaty chuckle, he slips the head of his cock into my entrance. I whimper and push my backside back, needing more. He grips my hips, steadying me while he continues to feed his length inside me, little by little. One of his hands is now pressed flat against my belly, and every now and then, he puts a little pressure on it and pushes my body back.

“Cade, just fuck me,” I gasp.

He thrusts deep, filling me, stretching me. His hand slips from my belly to find my exposed clit and he gently strokes it as he pulls his cock out, and pushes it back in harder, faster.

“So fuckin’ hot for me, baby. You feel so fuckin’ good like this.”

I groan and rasp, “Pull my hair.”

“Fuck. My dirty girl.”

He tangles his hand in my hair, and jerks my head back, pressing his lips to my exposed neck while he drives his cock in and out of my heat. My fingers are throbbing around the chains; I’m gripping them so tightly. I can feel his breath on my ear as he leans over me. It’s so intense. I feel my body rising, needing my release so desperately. I’m so close; I can feel it pulsing through my body.

“Cade, oh God!” I cry out.

“Come for me, sugar,” he growls.

I thrash, not releasing my fingers as I come hard around him. My mouth opens, and I scream. Yes, scream. Cade growls behind me, and thrusts harder, hand tangled in my hair, finger rubbing my clit. A moment later, he roars and I feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. He thrusts his hips until every last drop has been wrung from his body. Then he slumps down, wraps his arms around my mid-section, and rests his mouth against my back.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

“That about covers it,” I whisper.

“Let go now, baby, I got you.”

I let go of the chains, and collapse back into his arms. He holds me like that for a long moment, before pulling back and spinning me around. He grazes his lips across mine, then pushes my sweaty hair off my face. He strokes my cheeks, and runs a finger across my bottom lip.

“Saw you talkin’ to Spike out there,” he gruffly says.

“Spike’s not so bad, Cade.”

“Never said he was.”

“He’ll forgive you one day. I know he will.”

“Maybe.”

Cade’s gruff voice tells me he doesn’t want to talk about it any further, so I pull back and smile up at him.

“I should go and get some clothes, it’s time for work,” I frown.

Cade grins at me. “Tough life, eh?”

I giggle. “Yeah, tough.”

“You want a lift?”

“No, I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”

“Not fuckin’ walkin’, sugar, end of fuckin’ story.”

Well then.

“I’ll ask around, see if anyone can take me then. Most of the girls are finishing their shifts now,” I say.

He nods. “You do that, yeah? I gotta keep makin’ some calls, but you come back if you can’t get a lift, and I’ll take you.”

“Have you gotten closer to finding him?”

“Nah, seems the fucker is good at hiding.”

“It’ll come good; he’ll stuff up somewhere.”

Cade doesn’t look so confident, but he forces a smile for me anyway. “Call me when you get back, yeah?”

“Got you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Missin’ something vital there, sugar,” he chuckles, staring at my bare ass.

“Yeah,” I laugh. “I was getting there.”

I pull on my panties and shorts, and straighten my hair out. I lean over, kissing Cade once more before turning and leaving the shed. As I walk through the compound, I relish in the good feeling that’s swelling in my chest and spreading through my body. I’m finally happy, and it fucking rocks. I know I should ask for a lift, but Jackson’s house is close and it’s on a main highway. It will be time wasted getting a lift, so I decide to walk. It will be fine.

I head out of the compound and begin walking down the road, enjoying the fresh air. All I can think about is Cade’s body over mine. God, I can still smell him all over me. I don’t hear the car stop behind me until its engine switches off. That’s when I realize how heavily I was daydreaming. I spin around expecting to see Cade, but he’s not who I see. Instead, I see Jasper. Everything in my body comes to an abrupt stop; I’m almost sure of it. I can no longer feel my heart beating, or my legs moving. I’m just standing in complete shock.

“Well, well, bet you didn’t expect to see me?” he hisses.

Oh God. This isn’t good. Jasper has a gun in his hand, and he twirls it in his fingers. If I make a move to get my phone, it’s quite likely he’ll shoot me.

“W-w-what do you want?” I say.

“You know what I want. I want revenge.”

What can I say to that? Right now my words are stuck in my throat. I can’t get them out, even if I try. They’re just lodged in my throat, along with my heart.

“What’s that? Nothing to say to me, snake? That’s perfectly okay, because soon enough, you won’t be speaking at all.”

“Just leave me alone,” I rasp.

He throws his head back and roars with laughter. “Leave you alone? Now you’re just being funny. Get in the car.”

“No,” I whisper, trembling.

He points the gun at my groin, and I stiffen.

“Don’t make me ruin all my plans by shooting you now. I have so much to do to you first. Get in the car, or I put a hole in you right now.”

Oh God. My legs wobble as I walk toward the old van. Jasper follows me and presses the gun against my back. I close my eyes, praying someone comes past. Please don’t let him take me again.

Jasper leans over me; I can smell his stale breath as he opens the back of the van. “Get in, and if you even try and get out, I’ll scatter your brains over the road.”

I climb in, my whole body fighting against me. If I don’t get in, then I could likely die right now without giving Cade a chance to find me. I still have my phone. I can only hope I get a chance to use it before Jasper takes it away. Jasper steps back, slamming the back of the van, then he walks around to the front seat. If we weren’t on a big, open road, I’d leap out and run, but I have no doubt Jasper would put a bullet in me if I tried that. When the van lurches forward, my stomach follows suit. I wrap my arms around myself, and pray for escape. I peer out the glass in the back wishing there was a way out.

As if my prayers are answered, I see Spike and his MC club members ride up over the rise behind us. I peer through the glass, and slowly put my hands up just enough that they can see me waving, but Jasper can’t. Spike raises a hand, to indicate he’s seen me. Then he raises a gun. Oh no, that’s not a good idea. If Jasper gets killed, he could roll this van at the speed he’s going, and I’d very likely die, too. I wave my hands, shaking my head slightly. Spike lowers his gun, and speeds up, that’s when Jasper notices them behind us.